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1/1/15 13:07
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Hey, you've reached Priestly. Aren't you lucky! I'm not around to take your call, but you probably know what to do.

*beep*
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1/4/12 04:37 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] nonenamedboaz.livejournal.com
Yeaaah, not something to reveal to Lena. She could be a tad unreasonable.

"You should come visit Fandom," she wheedled. "And oh, have you gone to Mongolia yet?... not that you have to. But you might to. Just saying..."

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1/4/12 04:41 (UTC)
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"Yep. And don't you go letting Momoko convince you that Mongolian barbecue isn't Mongolian."

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1/4/12 04:52 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] nonenamedboaz.livejournal.com
"Duh. That's just a weird thing with her world, like monkeys that talk," Lena said dismissively. "I know better, Dad." She grinned. "Do you want to talk to Mom?"

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1/4/12 05:05 (UTC)
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"Hey, I never say no to talking to your mom."

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1/4/12 05:09 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] nonenamedboaz.livejournal.com
"'kay." Lena grinned from ear to ear. "Maybe we'll talk to you later this weekend.'Til then, bye. Love you, Daddy."

She handed the phone over to Dinah, who took it and went out on the balcony, shutting the door behind her. "So. Yeah. She's... here, let me send you a photo." She sent more than one, just so Priestly could see her. "She's the same as she was two years ago. Just, you know. Twice the size and age."

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1/4/12 05:14 (UTC)
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"Holy crap. We let her leave the house looking like that?"

Like a teenager? Yes. Yes, they did.

"That's just . . . uncanny."

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1/4/12 05:17 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
"I knooow. We wear the same size shoes! And tops! But not jeans, I'm still taller, at least." Dinah leaned against the outside wall, shaking her head. "She's so pretty," she said, keeping her voice really low. "And I think Berto's crushing on her. It's weird. But awesome. But weird." She sighed, rubbing her forehead. "We're crashing in 'Dite's suite. She knows where everything is. It's like getting a little sister. I think she's kind of freaked too, even if she's hiding it."

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1/4/12 05:33 (UTC)
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"Dude, if I ended up meeting my parents as teenagers? I'd be freaked out, too. At least she knows what's going on? It's gotta be a little easier the second time around, right?"

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1/4/12 05:35 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
"Third," Dinah reminded him. "Even if last time was nine years ago for her. Yeah. I just." She grimaced. "Wish you were here."

It was always easier to deal with this stuff when Priestly was here.

"I'll text you updates if anything even weirder comes up."

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1/4/12 05:40 (UTC)
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"Well if I'd known it was the kid weekend. . . ." He should have, it was prom after all. "Call or text whenever you need to."

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1/4/12 05:42 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
That had been what Dinah was counting on. But instead of Sin, she got... Another kid she kinda loved a lot. But who was more problematic.

"I will. And I may randomly show up and demand that we go drinking afterward." She sighed. "Talk to you soon, Priestly."

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1/4/12 05:44 (UTC)
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"Whatever you need. You know that."

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1/4/12 05:49 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
Words from him nearly as good as an in-person hug. Dinah squeezed her eyes shut, still smiling, chest tight. "Yeeeah. Go. Say hi to Tish for me. And Piper. Love you... Bye."

She clicked off the phone, but stayed out on the balcony a minute, getting her bearings for dealing with someone possibly even more exuberant than she was.
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